"Ammonite" lyrics

We bore your concentrated burden far too long
A private sacrament of endurance administered to me
Still, crestfallen men cursed forever won't see
Roses at their feet when they die

Crumble
You have forsaken us all now

Beneath composure's varnish, spirit wavers not
This obsession, these compulsions
O' inspiring, your final deceit
Nightmare

We shan't soon flee these graven halls

No one is coming to while away
My each remaining day spent present, eternally
Know this about thyself, and thy soul shall find peace